Kids

Little kids are just too adorable. Just TOO adorable to handle.

They're always so happy. They have unlimited amounts of energy.

The little boys HATE girls, except for this one guy who had about 5 girls on his arm.

He was the only guy who said hi to me after I said hi to him. It's true.

I said hi to a lot of kids. They all ran away, which made me sad. Hah.

fun times.

Last night was funn. I went to a dance (which I rarely do) and it was ahmazing? Except I got punked by a plop and her accomplices, which is a story for another day.

What did you all do?

February

February, February:

Olympics in Vancouver.

February break.

Spring nearing.

Valentines.

and....

what?

NO SNOW DAY?

Hmm.

Must not be February then.

scaring the pants of people and getting pranked

Pretend you're walking along a hallway.

Keep walking...

Just a bit farther...OK.

Pretend now that you take something out of your locker.

Pretend these lockers look a bit like cat cages, and are big enough to hold a tuba.

With the item in hand, now pretend that you turn around and start walking back down the hall.

Now.

Pretend that you hear a strange breathing raspy noise in your ear.

Let's just say that you take it very well...you jump and clutch your flute tightly and shriek.

Simultaneously.

You turn.

And BAM there's one of you classmates with a weird expression on his face, making strange raspy noises in a locker, who laughes his face off.

Lets say you take this very well.

You smash his nose in with your flute.

what happens when you mix cold fingers with a musical brain fart.

Yesterday was my piano rehearsal, and it went "ok".
Even though my fingers were stiff.
And my brain was out of it.

i hate racist people!!!

Ugh.
Racist people suck.
Just to let everyone know, I'm Chinese and American, and I DON'T EAT BABIES! NOR DO I EAT CATS OR DOGS! Frankly, I find that gross! And offensive!
So if you google "chinese people", in the drop down box all these insulting things come up and that pisses me off.
*steam emits from ears*
*proudly eats her rice*
comments?

one word.

Insanity.

art and picasso

Art...
I'm ok at it.

I mean, most of my art is supposed to look like something, but ends up rather Picasso like or a scetchy, but I can make pretty rocking stick men!
I'll try to get a picture of the margians in my Spanish notebook soon.

snow.

Today, when I was waiting outside with some friends for their parents, it was really nice out and there was this HUGE pile of snow on the ground. So, since I had my trusty boots on and was feeling particularly daring, I decided to climb it. I did, and dang it feels awesome to just stand on something tall and see everything.

Speaking of awesomeness and snow, look at this little guy I built one time:

He lasted a few days, until one day I went out and all that was left was a wet spot and a orange peel on the ground. Dramatic death, no?